Hey, you.
Pop quiz: in ten months, your scooter's broken. What do you do?
Do you see this? It's our new Customer Protection Racket program. Thirty dollars insures your purchase. And believe me, you're going to need all the help you can get. I once knew a little boy who bought a bike from here, and when he took it home to ride, a spoke skewered his skull. And it can happen to anybody. I'd hate for something to to happen to your kid on this.
Is that a threat? Pay the thirty bucks
I've got love for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's
I've got hugs for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's
I'll do things for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's
I've got hugs for you if you were born in the 80's
Republishing because.
Hello, Dolly! has always been one of my very favourite films (I've not had the pleasure of seeing it onstage, sadly). Such brilliant acting, merging of humour and basic romance, wonderful characters with witty dialogue, and fantastic songs permeate throughout the musical. And this is the best song in it--it means a lot to me.
Cornelius
It only takes a moment
For your eyes to meet and then
Your heart knows in a moment
You will never be alone again
I held h
Yeah, you'd better believe that within five minutes of that SBaHJ book being announced, I had bought a copy. Homestuck? Eh, it's all right. SBaHJ? Visionary.
Ol' Wawa induced a status of thought-provocation in my cerebellum. His preceding post portrayed a ponderous playlist of pieces purporting to personify his personage and presence. After some contemplation, I concocted one of my own. This is not a list of favorite songs, though some of mine did sneak in there, and all of them are definitely good (I am far too arrogant to allow a bad song status as a representation of me). I honestly tried to select ones that fit the categories. At any rate, I
Innuendo
I'm Going Slightly Mad
Headlong
I Can't Live with You
Don't Try So Hard
Ride the Wild Wind
All God's People
These Are the Days of Our lives
Delilah
The Hitman
Bijou
The Show Must Go On
Earlier today I finally managed to get a copy of Queen's album Innuendo. I had been trying to find one for months upon months ; every store at which I attempted to purchase the CD was either sold out or did not carry it. Queen's last album (unless you count Made in Heaven as a true album),
Re-posting and again dedicating to a certain someone here!
A Night at the Opera by that perennial pinnacle of pure awesomeness, Queen, is perhaps my favourite album of all time--it is at very least in my top five. From the exuberantly amazing British-music-hall romp of "Seaside Rendezvous" to the breathtaking and cathartic "Bohemian Rhapsody"; from the scathing "Death on Two Legs" to the the ethereal folk/skiffle of "'39," the album is exemplary, shifting mood and genre with every track yet
I am feeling rather ill right now. In actuality I am in better health than yesterday, in which I couldn't even get out of bed to, say, reach a computer--but I still feel rather awful. In rercent days I have been plagued by a severe stomach-ache, a splitting headache, a fever, and a general feeling of discomfort associated with various sicknesses. I can assure you this has not been an enjoyable experience.
However, one benefit comes from being bed-ridden: the chance to read excessively. I
Words cannot express the depths of my sorrow, Shilo. I beg, in agony, on my knees, for your forgiveness, but I know I do not deserve it. The remainder of my life will be comprised of guilt-wracked emotional torture. I let you down.
Guys, I am -so- sorry about that awful pun I made in the news story today, really. Feel free to burn me at the stake.
(niki, no flak about that title of this entry!! *pokes*)
Life is very wonderful.
I believe I shall summon enough presumptuous courage to assert that I am happier now than I have been in my entire life. I do not refer to simply events and things–specific and tangible reasons to account for a happiness “high,” but rather my state of being. “Happiness” may be a less proper word to use than “joy.”
What accounts for this is no single thing, but instead numerous ones. I do not feel torn philosophically anymore; I have senses of assurance in things.
It's been a little while since I've posted a song-entry.
Long story story: Mak began singing it. I continued singing it. Niki recognized it and enjoyed.
And now it's stuck in my head.
It's really a very fun song that anyone can enjoy: Intensely catchy, with each bouncy part coming in in a staggered fashion. The bassline is also particularly good. And the lyrics are endearingly sweet.
By the way, the Proclaimers have huge mouths. Like, wow. They could challenge Stephen Tyler
"I'm Going Slightly Mad" by Queen
Composed by Freddie Mercury
When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something?
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue
I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened
Hey guys, it's kind of an open secret that I don't know anything about video games and really suck at them. I didn't grow up playing them, never had a console or any of that stuff as a kid, and when someone tries to make me play video games with them, I'm all like 'too many buttons i don't understand how to do this what i'm so confused.' I may only be in my twenties but I'm like 80 in mental years. But that's totally changing now, you guys. I finally got a video game console and I'm learni
...And I just went through the Comedies forum with a flamethrower. Every single topic on the front page has been scoured. It felt good, hahah.
But seriously, hey there, brothers and sisters of BZPower! It's good to see you all again. How've you been?
Sometimes I wonder what assumptions people have about me based on people I associate with, or used to associate with. I wonder how many of those assumptions are false. I'm curious. Feel free to tell me here everything you know, feel, and assume about me, both positive and negative. I'd also be interested in hearing things you used to think/assume about me that later or recently have been shown to be false. I want to know how I am perceived and how I have been perceived!
I wasn't a bad guy, no matter how often they said I was. No matter how often I wanted to believe I was.
Three weeks now? Or is it four? Weird, man.
Weird.
I miss it terribly but I think I know now that I don't want it back.
Not anymore. And I'm not bitter or angry. Maybe a little wiser.
So, the world again. Huh.
I'm not quite sure what to do now. It's intimidating and yeah, it's been sad, but it's exciting in a way too. Maybe there'll be some mIrAcLeS. Maybe there'll b
I was reading some old arguments between Bonesiii and D.Viddy and i got such a bad headache and couldn't get to the end of any of them god bless bzpower
